Weyrling Lession: 6 Tropical

[ryanne]

I'mny gathered a bunch of old riding straps, carefully checking them over for small rips and nicks throughout the leather. Nothing was completely broken, but damaged enough to be dangerous and easy enough to fix, if given the right materials. He threw them in a small bag and re-entered his weyr, searching for the bottle of liquid that he'd been using to care for his own riding straps. The weyrlings had a bottle of their own, and straps of their own, of course, but he wanted to make sure he had his own in case he had to demonstrate to the dimglows how to use it. He also grabbed a couple small bottles of leather adhesive that was used to repair faulty leather. They would have to share, but they weren't little 'brats in the Creche, they could play nicely now.

Wake up, time to fly, I'mny told his dragon, not bothering to be polite. He'd gotten into a fairly heated argument with their neighbor a few days ago and he was still embarrassed at how his dragon had acted. Stupid wherry didn't know when to shut his maw. Seriously, messing with a Benden green? The bluerider shook his head at the thought of it. He hadn't bothered to be even remotely kind to the big blue wherry since then. He needed to shapen up.

She started it, Tekisith growled, rising to his feet. He was going to take His down to instruct the dimglows, but he wasn't going to like it. Then he was going to find somewhere else to sun. His had forbidden him to sun on his ledge for the next sevenday, hoping to prevent a repeat incident with their neighboring green. That's what they always say, I'mny responded, mounting fluidly and easily sweeping his hair and head into his riding helmet. He placed his bag in front of him and gave his dragon the signal to fly. Which basically meant giving him a kick mentally. I'mny was not being nice this morning.

The blue simply snorted, flicking his tail a bit as he took off, jarring His. I'mny chose to ignore the motion, keeping his seat easily. He had a lesson to teach and his dragon was going to get him there. He would ignore all of his little attempts at irritating his rider. Tekisith felt the emotion of indifference coming from His and it irritated him even further. He managed a rocky landing, making sure that the jolting focused on his rider and then immediately took off again as soon as one of I'mny's feet was on the ground. Prepared for that move, the bluerider vaulted back and managed not to find himself on the ground. "Stupid wherry," he muttered, entering the classroom.

Call the weyrlings, he told his dragon, laying the bag of straps by the door and placing a small bottle of adhesive in front of every five chairs. They could pass it around. And tell them to grab some straps as they're coming through the door in addition to bringing their own and their maintence tonics, he added a bit belatedly. Oh well, he knew the blue was delaying just to annoy him. He wasn't too late to add that to the message.

Grumbling, the blue relayed the message after a few moments, Little leeches, lesson time. Bring your straps and your maintenance tonics and grab another pair of straps at the door.[/b][/color] There. His duty was done.

As the weyrlings finally began to filter in, I'mny looked them over. "Take a seat and listen up. Today we're going to learn how to care for and repair our riding straps. First rule of straps is to never use them if they have a tear in them. You must always repair them first, or you'll end up falling off and hoping that you're close enough to the ground not to die. If the leather even looks like it's going to break, you use the tonic on the entire strap and then you use the adhesive on the cracked section. There should be adhesive bottles by some of the chairs. I want you to take the straps that you got by the door and properly repair them. I want them to be as usable as possible when I check. You have ten minutes." With that said, he sat down, ready to watch the chaos erupt. Three bottles, twelve weyrlings, and a time limit. Yea, this was sure to be good.

Attendance

T'nmor of bronze Jedirth
S'adi of bronze Sitieth
Q'in of brown Russeth
N'tian of brown Elleoth
A'viar of blue Benath
L'ron of blue Fortith
T'ra of blue Gartoth
D'niel of blue Zorith
Devai of green Sendreth
Janisi of green Storith
Sikowy of green Linoth
Fiona of green Raiyth[/size][/center]

[kysseh]

Fiona was startled into full alertness by the sudden--and rather rude--command to go to her lessons, and she froze where she was standing beside her bunk, Ego held protectively between her graceful little hands. Lessons...? OH! Yes, those things were they went to learn! She quickly dropped a kiss on the flit's nose and promised to be back, settling him comfortably on her pillow. The bronze gave her a mild cheep of disgust for setting him down so quickly, but he was almost immediately asleep anyways, courtesy of a full belly. The still-growing youngling ate nonstop, and it gave Raiyth and Fiona great delight to pop little pieces of meat into his wide open and demanding mouth.

Based on the request, she assumed that Raiyth was not coming, and she lightly kissed the tip of the sleepy green's nose. "Take a nap, love. I'll be back. Lesson time!" she said, quietly cheery as she dug out her own set of riding straps and tonic, scurrying down the hall toward the lesson room. Must not be late, must not be late, must not be late... ooh, I'm early! She nodded politely, smiling sunnily at the weyrlingmaster as she picked up one of the rather pathetic-looking sets of riding straps before plopping herself down in one of the chairs to listen to the content of the lesson.

Right.... maintenance tonic on everything, adhesive on the bad part. She could do that; it wasn't so difficult, was it? However, at his word, she noted that she was not sitting in one of the chairs with the adhesive. Shardit. Well, she had to use the tonic on the whole sad-looking strap anyway, so she set to that with a will, gently coaxing the mixture into the strap to encourage it to be healthy. It took a few minutes, and by that time, she knew she was getting a little short on time. She examined the cracked sections. What was- oh, yes! She darted her dark eyes about, curly hair bobbing with every head movement. Where was the adhesive thingy?!

She spied it a few chairs down and gave the weyrling in possession of it a brilliant smile. "May I use that when you're done?" she asked cheerfully. "I'm all done with this tonic stuff." Her hands felt rather weird, but it was sort of fun, albeit not when Cranky put a time limit on them. Such a mean man!

[Kisha-Ra]

‘Now why do I get the feeling Tekisith doesn’t like us very much?’ Janisi asked rhetorically as she tumbled out of her bunk and to her feet, scrabbling for clothes, boots, and the things she was told to bring.

Because he calls us names and thinks we take up too much of his rider’s time.[/color] Storith suggested rising from her couch and stretching, even though she was not technically required at this lesson. I think Tekisith’s take up too much of your time.[/color] the striped green added as her rider wiggled into clean trousers and wrenched a shirt over her head.

Janisi laughed softly and shoved her feet into boots. All dragons undoubtedly think like that, that’s probably why weyrlingmasters are always grumpy. Are you coming? You don’t have to.

Storith shook her head in a human like gesture. No, I don’t want to annoy weyrlingmaster grumpyface. Storith rumbled at her crude nickname for the weyrlingmaster as Janisi snatched up her gear and ran down the corridor without even scolding her dragon.

Janisi took a chair in middle of the room, axious not to be singled out for I’mny’s attention today and listened. So they would just be repairing the straps they had collected at the door today. That should take some time, no doubt these straps weren’t in use because of their deplorable condition.

She quickly worked tonic along the length of the leather though she doubted that it would do much good in the long run, feeling for cracked or ripped places along the strap as she did. Once that was done she lied out the leather over her knees and applied adhesive from the bottle by her chair, there was an advantage to sitting in the middle of the room, as fast as she could, mindful that others would need it, and waved it at her neighbour in a universal gesture of inquiry. Then it was just a case of spreading the glue evenly over the damaged areas and waiting for it to dry.

[randi]

More lessons? Oh, wonderful. Luckily, by the orders given by the larger blue, the weyrling didn't think he had to worry about Fortith giving a show of power. His arms still gave a slight twitch when looking at his beloved blue from the earlier lesson. L'ron belonged to Fortith, he knew that much now, along with the fact that I'mny had to be among the most useless dragonriders in the Weyr. Rolling his eyes, the teen grabbed his straps and tonic, giving one final glance behind him. Sure you don't want to come?

This lesson sounds boring, came the reply, making his bonded shrug before exiting. He wouldn't object to being left alone for the time being. The lad paused at the door, snagging more straps before sitting amidst his fellows, his attention wholly focused on the weyrlingmaster. The task sounded easy enough, though the blueweyrling noted distinctly the lack of enough bottles to go around combined with a time limit. He was going to make them scrap like canines for his approval?

Chuckling quietly, L'ron took his attention to the tonic, relaying the 'lesson' back to Fortith as his hands worked quickly. He wouldn't fight for the adhesive, but if it came by him, he'd snatch it. He didn't have the best feeling for time, so, as the blue informed him that he needed to move on, the boy obeyed.

Leaning over to one of his fellows who currently possessed a bottle, and it took him biting his tongue but he managed up a polite "Can I borrow that" in place of roughly taking it on his own. He felt Fortith's amusement, but he did not bother responding to it. When the other gave up the adhesive, the weyrling went swiftly back to work, purposely missing a few of the smaller rips to get to the larger problems lest he not finish by the time ten minutes had flashed by.